It might be a problem…

It caused odd stalkers at the workplace while in high school…

And then in college…

I was reprimanded at the airport in San Francisco, for, after just being told DON’T talk to anyone, telling some fella thanks anyway but I have a ride.

I can’t help it…

Is it really so bad?

To be chronically polite?

I say bless you when someone sneezes…compulsively.

Sometimes I whisper it if I think perhaps they wouldn’t appreciate it.

I quickly had to stop saying yes to fund raising over the phone and at the door when Mr. Z arrived on the scene…he just shook is head.

I really think they were legitimate…

So recently, these phone calls…to my cell phone…about being a preferred shopper…have become a problem.

Two different area codes are calling.

What if it is my aunt?  or a cousin?  or a friend in need?

So I answer…several times a day.

Each time, I listen a bit less.

I really don’t care to be a preferred customer based on a recent purchase…no, I don’t want you to send me free gas cards for only one dollar shipping.

NO, I don’t care to hear about any other special offers.

You call while I am walking, and freezing, and just trying tackle this hill, see…

And yet, I am not able to hang up.

I just tell you no thank you, and please do have a great day anyway, ok?

And then…you call AGAIN?  and again and again and again.

Finally, in a pleading sort of way…I explain my frustration to some final straw…Miss, I really don’t know how much polite I have left, ok?

No problem DarmaZ, I will place you on the do not call list, have a nice day!

*sigh*